Today is the annual reminder of the day of my birth and like most men, I view it as a crude slap in the face of my own mortality.
I understand that in the grand scheme of things, I'm not that old (shut up, I'm not), but it's the bigger picture that I'm always interested in.
Twenty-six years have come and gone and every single second of those years will never be had again. I'm not going to make any trite cliches about grains of sand in an hourglass because that's just not the case. It's more like watching a movie. As you watch it, you take it all in and don't really care to go back and watch it again unless you found it particularly interesting. It's why we buy DVD's and why we take pictures.
At the end of it all, only the best scenes stick in your head and are worth re-watching.
As narcissistic and cocky as I like to be at all times, my best scenes are always provided by the other actors that I surround myself with. It's them that make me flourish and deliver my best lines.
Now before I go passing out daisies and hugs, let's get back on topic.
The point is, everything that happens leaves a thumb print. (First rule of writing is not to alienate your audience and I just pissed off everybody that doesn't have thumbs)
What I mean by that is absolutely everything you do is remembered by somebody in some way.
I used to say that I live my life free of regret but that is a bold-faced lie. It's impossible to live your life full of regret. Whether it's something as simple as wishing you never ate that fourth slice of pizza or something as complex as wishing you never killed that guy, we all have something we wish we could take back.
It's human nature, and despite our recent adaptations, we're pretty natural beings.
I have things I wish I could go back and do-over again and I think about them all the time. It doesn't seem like it at most times, but the fact that I can't change a thing is absolutely beautiful.
We have one shot to do it right and every single miscalculation sends us on a different path. We're like NASA.
So, today, as my life-abacus sends another bead to the left, I choose to get as humanly drunk as possible. Think about it: It's never a waste if you can't do it when you are dead.
All I can do is hope I have nothing to regret tomorrow and odds are I won't. Like I said, I surround myself with the best possible actors.
